I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 239.5

Overcoming the Original Story’s Magic & Double Trap 5

Just like when I used Devi, the Noblesse developers were greedy.

They surely knew that miracles or magic could be created.

And that was realized thanks to Cynthia.

I was moving solely to defeat the Demon King.

Meaningless battles were unnecessary.

Priscilla would be useful in the future.

No, I would make her useful.

This was the correct answer in this battle.

“Let’s go, Cynthia—”

I pulled my gaze away from my emotions and back to Neil.

But at that moment, I saw something astonishing.

The instant Cynthia looked away from Priscilla, Priscilla was crying again, her magic power surging once more.

And Priscilla pointed her sharp sword toward my neck.

An incredibly dark and ominous aura, the darkest yet.

—Unbelievably fast.

As if waiting for this moment—

“I believed that you all could create a miracle. The kind that no one has ever devised before, to解除 the slave mark’s brainwashing—”

What exactly was she—

I raised the flash time lapse to the extreme, slowing time.

Don’t stop thinking. Think, think.

… I see.

I understood everything from Priscilla’s words and expression.

She had never been brainwashed by Neil from the start.

What moved her to act was not brainwashing but her own will.

And she believed that we would devise the magic to解除 the slave mark.

That would lead to a complete lapse in caution.

But normally, one wouldn’t think of it.

Because it had never happened in the history of this world.

Yet she believed.

In us—her enemies.

Caution and preemptive strikes could be fatal.

Cecil had looked regretfully at the Battle Universe.

At the gate on our way back, she had a sorrowful, slave-like expression.

—How long had she set this trap—

But it wasn’t over. I didn’t know if my invincible barrier would lose to her—

“—Vaice!!!!!!”

But it was Cynthia who caught the sword.

She swiftly intervened, thrusting the sword into her own heart.

The training outfit sustained the expected damage.

Instant death, and Priscilla’s magic power was terrifying.

It must have been excruciating pain, as if all the flesh was being scraped away.

But—

“I—believe in you”